“Free darkies!Fiddle-dee-dee!You know what their wages will cost and besides you'll have the Yankees on your neck every minute to see if you're giving them chicken three times a day and tucking them to sleep under eiderdown quilts.And if you give a lazy darky a couple of licks to speed him up,you'll hear the Yankees scream from here to Dalton and you'll end up in jail.Why,convicts are the only—”
Melanie looked down into her lap at her twisted hands.Ashley looked unhappy but obdurate.For a moment he was silent.Then his gaze crossed Rhett's and it was as if he found understanding and encouragement in Rhett's eyes—a glance that was not lost on Scarlett.
“I won't work convicts,Scarlett,”he said quietly.
“Well,sir!”her breath was taken away.“And why not?Are you afraid people will talk about you like they do about me?”
Ashley raised his head.
“I'm not afraid of what people say as long as I am right.And I have never felt that convict labor was right.”
“But why—”
“I can't make money from the enforced labor and misery of others.”
“But you owned slaves!”
“They weren't miserable.And besides,I'd have freed them all when Father died if the war hadn't already freed them.But this is different,Scarlett.The system is open to too many abuses.Perhaps you don't know it but I do.I know very well that Johnnie Gallegher has killed at least one man at his camp.Maybe more—who cares about one convict,more or less?He said the man was killed trying to escape,but that's not what I've heard elsewhere.And I know he works men who are too sick to work.Call it superstition,but I do not believe that happiness can come from money made from the sufferings of others.”
“God's nightgown!You mean—goodness,Ashley,you didn't swallow all the Reverend Wallace's bellowings about tainted money?”
“I didn't have to swallow it.I believed it long before he preached on it.”
“Then,you must think all my money is tainted,”cried Scarlett beginning to be angry.“Because I worked convicts and own saloon property and—”She stopped short.Both the Wilkeses looked embarrassed and Rhett was grinning broadly.Damn him,thought Scarlett,vehemently.He's thinking that I'm sticking my finger in other people's pies again and so is Ashley.I'd like to crack their heads together!She swallowed her wrath and tried to assume an aloof air of dignity but with little success.
“Of course,it's immaterial to me,”she said.
“Scarlett,don't think I'm criticizing you!I'm not.It's just that we look at things in different ways and what is good for you might not be good for me.”
She suddenly wished that they were alone,wished ardently that Rhett and Melanie were at the end of the earth,so she could cry out:“But I want to look at things the way you look at them!Tell me just what you mean,so I can understand and be like you!”
But with Melanie present,trembling with the distress of the scene,and Rhett lounging,grinning at her,she could only say with as much coolness and offended virtue as she could muster:“I'm sure it's your own business,Ashley,and far be it from me to tell you how to run it.But,I must say,I do not understand your attitude or your remarks.”
Oh,if they were only alone,so she would not be forced to say these cool things to him,these words that were making him unhappy!
“I've offended you,Scarlett,and I did not mean to.You must believe me and forgive me.There is nothing enigmatic in what I said.It is only that I believe that money which comes in certain ways seldom brings happiness.”
“But you're wrong!”she cried,unable to restrain herself any longer.“Look at me!You know how my money came.You know how things were before I made my money!You remember that winter at Tara when it was so cold and we were cutting up the carpets for shoes and there wasn't enough to eat and we used to wonder how we were going to give Beau and Wade an education.You remem—”
“I remember,”said Ashley tiredly,“but I'd rather forget.”
“Well,you can't say any of us were happy then,can you?And look at us now!You've got a nice home and a good future.And has anyone a prettier house than mine or nicer clothes or finer horses?Nobody sets as fine a table as me or gives nicer receptions and my children have everything they want.Well,how did I get the money to make it possible?Off trees?No,sir!Convicts and saloon rentals and—”
“And don't forget murdering that Yankee,”said Rhett softly.“He really gave you your start.”
Scarlett swung on him,furious words on her lips.
“And the money has made you very,very happy,hasn't it,darling?”he asked,poisonously sweet.
Scarlett stopped short,her mouth open,and her eyes went swiftly to the eyes of the other three.Melanie was almost crying with embarrassment,Ashley was suddenly bleak and withdrawn and Rhett was watching her over his cigar with impersonal amusement.She started to cry out:“But of course,it's made me happy!”
But somehow,she could not speak.
Chapter 58
In the time that followed her illness Scarlett noticed a change in Rhett and she was not altogether certain that she liked it.He was sober and quiet and preoccupied.He was at home more often for supper now and he was kinder to the servants and more affectionate to Wade and Ella.He never referred to anything in their past,pleasant or otherwise,and silently seemed to dare her to bring up such subjects.Scarlett held her peace,for it was easier to let well enough alone,and life went on smoothly enough,on the surface.His impersonal courtesy toward her that had begun during her convalescence continued and he did not fling softly drawled barbs at her or sting her with sarcasm.She realized now that though he had infuriated her with his malicious comments and roused her to heated rejoinders,he had done it because he cared what she did and said.Now she wondered if he cared about anything she did.He was polite and disinterested and she missed his interest,perverse though it had been,missed the old days of bickering and retort.
